Arena 12 - The Spaceport

[etcircenses]

As usual the Tributes are woken up early for the start of the arena, leaving the Tribute Centre before dawn. A few hours ride in a hovercraft delivers them to their destination where their excited prep teams will outfit them in skintight suits that are colour coordinated by District (D1 is White, D2 is Red, D3 is Orange, D4 is Aqua, D5 is Purple, D6 is Pink, D7 is Light Green, D8 is Blue, D9 is Yellow, D10 is Dark Green, D11 is Lavender, and D12 is Black) over which they will be put into what is instantly identifiable as a spacesuit, complete with oxygen tank and helmet before being loaded into the tubes.

They rise up into what appears to be outer space and immediately upon emerging from the tubes Tributes will find themselves floating upwards with a length of rope the only thing holding them to their podiums. The countdown crackles out from speakers built into each Tributes helmet.

20

19

18…

The Cornucopia sits in the middle of a dusty crater with buildings surrounding it, made up of a number of chained down cases and cubes in limited numbers. Cubes which sharp-eyed Tributes will note look like they fit into the slots beside the doors that lead into the spaceport.

8

7

6…

The mirrored visors of the uniformly white spacesuits make it impossible to tell friend from foe. Tributes fighting for goods will have to risk harming their friends but the alternative, floating off into space or suffocating when their oxygen runs out, leaves them little choice.

3

2

1…

The gong rings out and the countdown’s voice announces, “the Arena is now open” before the line goes dead. The Games have begun.

Comments

[metalicarus]

'Duct tape's a hot commodity, I doubt we'll find any, but I'll play along for now if it makes you feel better.' That was about as close to 'coming quietly' with the idea of resting Jet could get.

The comment about Sam earned a smirk and an amused look, but he kept quiet about it. If she said so, he certainly wouldn't know. "Anyone I'd list's already been mentioned, so I think that's it." Anyone else, while he wasn't out for their blood or anything, Jet wasn't adverse to killing either. If it came down to him or one of his allies and those others, he'd kill without a second thought.

"We'll find somewhere, but we should find it soon. No point wandering half the arena to find somewhere safe. Although, if we need to, I can get us out of here fast." His flight systems weren't too jacked, at least, the actual flying part wasn't. If something less than pleasant showed up, he could take both of them with him easily.

A little bit of self-reference here but they're from the same world.

[celebrityskinned]

Venus echoes the list in everyone's head out loud. "Black Tom Cassidy, Molotov Cocktease and Sigma Klim on our hit list, I'm guessing?"

She doesn't know about some of the new recruits, but there are old guard who are uncooperative with the general will, to say the least. Venus wants to appoint herself as some sort of judge and exonerate only the children here, the ones who had to do a whole other goddamned Arena just to spite the Tributes watching on, but she doesn't know how her newfound family will look on her mowing her way through other adult Tributes. She doesn't ask yet. She'll wait until it becomes necessary, if they last that long.

"Molotov and Black Tom will be together, wherever they are. If I remember right, his powers have something to do with plants, so he might be shit out of luck here, but he might be able to shoot fire...I don't remember. Sorry, he's like one of those C-list celebrities in my world that you only hear about when the big dogs aren't doing anything cool. Tried to destroy my school once." She breathes deep. "Sigma Klim I got nothing on. And of course there's whatever Gamemaker traps they've rigged up."

There's a confidence coming from her that's practically humming over her body like a second skin. The Arena isn't home but it's her workplace. She knows the rules here, in front of the cameras and the audience. She turns a corner and makes sure no one's down either hallway. She chooses left because there's no reason not to.

"We can find a place to stay for a few hours until my powers get under control, then I can start scouting better places. I just shouldn't do anything fancy for a little bit."

[silberfuchs]

"Molotov I'm not sure. She plays the game and she plays it well and we should defend ourselves of course, but out of those three I wouldn't go out of my way to do her harm." Though if they find Tom, Delilah is right; Molotov will likely be present and on his side. Still, he's not going to hunt anyone down purposely.

"Good information on Tom, thank you. As for Sigma, all I know for certain is he's a cyborg and has an unhealthy preoccupation with Eponine. Nothing untoward as far as I can tell, but definitely some kind of sick surrogate child situation." Which doesn't help Eponine in the slightest. She needs to learn to stand on her own feet and not rely on others to bail her out of her own stupid decisions, yet there's Sigma with his Capitol loyalties trying to corrupt her further.

"For his being a cyborg, this could mean he has weaponry, enhanced sight, strength, any number of things. Best to let Jet or I handle him if we come across him, we've fought other cyborgs before. Quite a lot." He looks at Jet to confirm, still walking near him in case the damage he's sustained suddenly catches up with his mechanical systems and their search for somewhere to hole up is cut short.

"There's a door ahead, maybe we'll find somewhere to bunker down in there. Then we should probably let each other know our strengths." Meaning powers. He has no earthly idea how far Delilah's extend and likewise she doesn't know what they can do.